"I guess we're praising Dionysus. Had I known that, I would've dressed in something much more promiscuous. That, or nothing at all, seeing as it would all end up in a pile on the floor anyway. Let the debauchery begin!"

She raises her glass at the comment, not incredibly excited in the turn of events. Looking back in time, she wondered just why she had come. This just enforced the stereotype of what parties were all about. Nay, she wasn't about to find an intelligent conversation here. Something caused her to stay, a sick curiosity in the extent of the events. Taking a sip from her glass, she allows herself to fade into the background, watching the ongoing events.